Call it a suburban treasure. Onehunga locals are blessed with the addition of their own, new, backyard beach. It’s personal. Being small, rarely packed out, and further divided into several smaller bays. It’s communal. Everyone greets each other, and no one feels out of place.
We lost our Christmas tree. I’m not sure how one manages to lose a tree, but we did. Giving no fucks about having a big, flashy tree, this year we’re using a small cardboard pop-out Christmas tree as “the tree”.
The only person I’ve bought Christmas presents for this year is my child. You would practically have to be the Grinch himself to not gift a child something after they spent weeks creating decorations and learning about Santa at school. We showed them the first gift under the tree and explained about waiting until Christmas day to open it. They eagerly inspected the wrapped present, investigating it from every angle, gently weighing it in their hands before boldly announcing, “I hope it’s an iPad!”